This looks interesting.
When you say fantasy, does that mean there's magic also?
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Cool.
Now all we need is ooc matt to respond as well..
Now all we need is ooc matt to respond as well..
Shikaru, I see you're not posting.
This is a problem.
This is a problem.
you could have mithias get distracted by sten while gabe is talking to matt.
it's a bit weird but then we have something to do and maybe the others will post when they see it's active?
it's a bit weird but then we have something to do and maybe the others will post when they see it's active?
Side plot!
Have some more crazy Sten!
Have some more crazy Sten!
((Music))
It already felt like years since Sten had given up.
Eons had slipped by as he stared into the void of his madness.
There was no more resistance, the fear and horror just washed over him like a violent storm.
But there was nothing left to tear down.
Still giggling he stood up and staggered forward.
As he moved he felt like he could taste words and names in the air, smell feelings that accompanied them on the ground.
He heard a little bell jingle and smiled.
Slowly walking by the dark figures when their attention turned to poor Matt he mumbled.
"The emperor broke the wheel. But the wagon won't break."
He strode past them to the other side of the street, straight towards an old game store.
Casually he picked up a brick and threw it into the window before him without breaking stride.
"The magician has the moon, but the high priestes guards him. Only justice may prevail, for justice is trumped by the moon."
The alarm went off. A shrill beeping noise drowned out all sound for a minute. There was no apparent response.
Sten didn't seem to notice, nor did he seem to notice he scratched himself badly on the broken glass. A bloody cut showed on his shoulder.
The scent of fresh blood soaked the streets more and more.
Quikly thereafter he came out again with a deck of cards, he was shuffling them expertly while giggling.
Sten looked at the three without fear in his eyes, before shrouding himself in a cloud of flying cards.
Silently the cards fell to the ground and so did he.
He dipped his finger in the bloody cut and started to write letters on the cards.
"Fear the sword of judgement, for it deceives all but one."
It already felt like years since Sten had given up.
Eons had slipped by as he stared into the void of his madness.
There was no more resistance, the fear and horror just washed over him like a violent storm.
But there was nothing left to tear down.
Still giggling he stood up and staggered forward.
As he moved he felt like he could taste words and names in the air, smell feelings that accompanied them on the ground.
He heard a little bell jingle and smiled.
Slowly walking by the dark figures when their attention turned to poor Matt he mumbled.
"The emperor broke the wheel. But the wagon won't break."
He strode past them to the other side of the street, straight towards an old game store.
Casually he picked up a brick and threw it into the window before him without breaking stride.
"The magician has the moon, but the high priestes guards him. Only justice may prevail, for justice is trumped by the moon."
The alarm went off. A shrill beeping noise drowned out all sound for a minute. There was no apparent response.
Sten didn't seem to notice, nor did he seem to notice he scratched himself badly on the broken glass. A bloody cut showed on his shoulder.
The scent of fresh blood soaked the streets more and more.
Quikly thereafter he came out again with a deck of cards, he was shuffling them expertly while giggling.
Sten looked at the three without fear in his eyes, before shrouding himself in a cloud of flying cards.
Silently the cards fell to the ground and so did he.
He dipped his finger in the bloody cut and started to write letters on the cards.
"Fear the sword of judgement, for it deceives all but one."
I can't speak spanish :C
Wraithblade6 said
Cuando todo el mundo se pasan, que vamos hacer? Escucho al viento durante la noche obscura... nadie esta. Es solamente yo, y las espiritus eternales quienes he conocido desde el dia fui nacido. Escucho el cosejo del silencio y espero... todavia, ya estoy esperando.
what is this? spanish?
then what do?
I'm not sure where to make Hale enter right now.
I can't really move bouwe either, otherwise their scene goes too fast.
I'm not sure where to make Hale enter right now.
I can't really move bouwe either, otherwise their scene goes too fast.
((Music))
Misha stood near the altar of one of the fires. Staring into the cinders.
He took a deep breath and clenched his fist around the goat's leash.
Solemnly he stepped forward, he took the satchel from the goats back and put it down beside the altar.
From it he pulled the beautifully decorated dagger he had been given by Tarvin, he put it in front of him on the altar.
He placed the goat on the altar, ignoring the animal's struggles, and looked up at the sky.
"To all the divines!" Misha said in a booming voice. "I bring you a sacrifice of future! This goat has served me well for some time and would for years, it is my future milk and cheese that I give up, as well as companionship. It is a timeless classic! I present to you: A goat!"
In the distance a lightning bolt hit a tree. Followed by a thunderclap that made Misha pause. Did the gods not like goat? Well too bad, there was more. Show must go on!
With a wide gesture Misha grabbed took the knife from it's hilt, it glimmered in the light of the fire.
"But there's a twist." His eyes glimmered like the knife in his hands as he slid it along the creature's throat.
"I shall also give you a presentation of skill." The razor sharp knife flashed as it slid across the carcass. Quickly skinning it.
"It will not be raw meat that I shall give you.." With expert eyes the prize bits of meat where cut out and placed upon the altar before him.
"But a meal that would befit a god." From the satchel Misha procured some spices and marinated the fresh meat.
With a grand gesture he placed the meat on a grill he put over the sacrificial pyre. The fire flared up as he blew into them.
Silently he stood as he watched the meat slowly cook, sometimes flipping it over.
He was awaiting an answer, trying to hide his nervousness by focusing on the meat.
The scent of the roasting meat became stronger, and to Misha's content it started to drown out the other lingering scents of burnt offerings.
A white crow sat on a pillar and looked at him and the meat.
"Shoo bird, this is not for you." Misha whispered at it, as he made a waving motion with the knife he accidentally splashed some blood in it's direction.
Gracefully the bird evaded the drops and laughed. Not that Misha could hear the laugh. In fact, if he had known he'd almost soiled the feathers of Matau, and if he could recognize Matau for the unfettered it was. Misha would have been a lot more nervous.
"Humans entertain me." Matau mused to Montis and Mahue.
Misha stood near the altar of one of the fires. Staring into the cinders.
He took a deep breath and clenched his fist around the goat's leash.
Solemnly he stepped forward, he took the satchel from the goats back and put it down beside the altar.
From it he pulled the beautifully decorated dagger he had been given by Tarvin, he put it in front of him on the altar.
He placed the goat on the altar, ignoring the animal's struggles, and looked up at the sky.
"To all the divines!" Misha said in a booming voice. "I bring you a sacrifice of future! This goat has served me well for some time and would for years, it is my future milk and cheese that I give up, as well as companionship. It is a timeless classic! I present to you: A goat!"
In the distance a lightning bolt hit a tree. Followed by a thunderclap that made Misha pause. Did the gods not like goat? Well too bad, there was more. Show must go on!
With a wide gesture Misha grabbed took the knife from it's hilt, it glimmered in the light of the fire.
"But there's a twist." His eyes glimmered like the knife in his hands as he slid it along the creature's throat.
"I shall also give you a presentation of skill." The razor sharp knife flashed as it slid across the carcass. Quickly skinning it.
"It will not be raw meat that I shall give you.." With expert eyes the prize bits of meat where cut out and placed upon the altar before him.
"But a meal that would befit a god." From the satchel Misha procured some spices and marinated the fresh meat.
With a grand gesture he placed the meat on a grill he put over the sacrificial pyre. The fire flared up as he blew into them.
Silently he stood as he watched the meat slowly cook, sometimes flipping it over.
He was awaiting an answer, trying to hide his nervousness by focusing on the meat.
The scent of the roasting meat became stronger, and to Misha's content it started to drown out the other lingering scents of burnt offerings.
A white crow sat on a pillar and looked at him and the meat.
"Shoo bird, this is not for you." Misha whispered at it, as he made a waving motion with the knife he accidentally splashed some blood in it's direction.
Gracefully the bird evaded the drops and laughed. Not that Misha could hear the laugh. In fact, if he had known he'd almost soiled the feathers of Matau, and if he could recognize Matau for the unfettered it was. Misha would have been a lot more nervous.
"Humans entertain me." Matau mused to Montis and Mahue.
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